This little light of mine...

This weekend five friends from the US are headed into town to visit. One of them is actually staying in my old apartment and today when we went there to check in, it brought back a whole lot of memories. The idea of revisiting old spaces metaphorically is one thing, but to literally almost step back in time and be placed into distant memories is quite a different, and very visceral, experience.

The view from the apartment, the beautiful Galata Tower, used to serve as my nightlight.